This is a song about "Birthday fun"

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

My words play like i'm a father at a birthday meet.

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

Ross and folarin, couple women

Ahah now wouldnt that be fun

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt

But girl you got me open

We just tryna have fun

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

The chase has begun, one tonne of fucking fun fun fun,

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Do i choose fun now? or do i choose fun later?